My heart speaks not,
Knots,in them veins tangled,blots.
Red shirt fairly stained,
Feigned,bleeding ooze strained.
Voice far from audacity,
Tenacity,plea to liberate captivity.
Possible release from ferrets,
Belted,from ankle to chest.
This must end.
Broken separated from you,
Blue,shades of what I've gone through.
Letting go of this because,
Flaws,in us raises brows.
So we must back step slowly,
Glory,fading away proudly.
As if commisioned to surrender,
Dimmer,as the eclipse edges closer.
I stand beneath the umbra.
Light in your eyes,
Lies,that bid truth goodbye.
My super dark mind,
Behind,anguish constantly grinds.
Truth from darkness,
Stress,blankets inborn resilience.
Your sheets smile at me,
See,this what we can never be.
Fruits of your labour.
Contrastively we have already become,
Pommes,plucked from alternate homes.
Choke my throat gently now,
Bow,culminate this show.
We cannot be soul mates,
Gates of love have no dates.
I have chosen our exact,
Art,type that only one plays one part.
Poem,inspired by a painting.
M.O.O aka Carswell evoL
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